Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 130

Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends

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Monday lunchtime, I pulled up in front of Linda's mansionesque home in Elmsford at five minutes before noon. I reflected once again that the toxic waste business must pay well.

For some reason, fuck knows why when I think about it now, I'd brought Linda some flowers. I picked up my laptop and the flowers and got out of my car.

I walked up the driveway, rang the doorbell and waited. After about twenty seconds, Linda opened the door. Well, I thought it was Linda. I had to do a double take.

Wow! Linda had dyed her hair a bright burnt orange. Shit! She looked great as a redhead.

"Ron, come on in.." she started to say before looking down, "Oh! Ron! How nice! You brought me flowers! Come on in, please."

I stepped through the door and Linda closed it behind us. I handed Linda the flowers. She smiled. I could see she was genuinely pleased. Well, played Ron, I told myself.

"Come on through, let me get a vase."

We walked down the hallway and entered Linda's living room. Linda headed to the kitchen. "Take a seat, Ron, I'll just be a minute."

I took a quick look around. Recognition gradually kicked in. The large, curved sofa. The plush rug where Linda had demanded that I start to jerk off before she brought me off with her stockinged feet that first night.

Shit. That thing she did with her shoes. Fuck, that had been a real eye- opener. Incredible. I turned and glanced at the spectacular fireplace in the center of the mirrored wall where what looked like a real log fire was going. It was still pretty cold weather wise and the large room was comfortably warm.

After I'd fully taken in my surroundings, and Linda seemed to be taking some time with the flowers, I walked over and sat down on the white leather couch.

After about two minutes Linda walked in and put a crystal vase with the flowers I'd brought down on the smaller of the two dark glass coffee tables.

She paused and smiled at me.

"Linda," I said, unprompted, "You look fantastic as a redhead! Incredible!"

"Why thanks, Ron. My friend Cathy said that all I needed now was to find and marry a Mr. Rogers, and I'd be 'Ginger Rogers'!"

I smiled as Linda laughed emphatically at her own joke.

Linda picked up a thin shiny metallic and glass object that was lying next to the vase, put it to her mouth, took a deep breath in, then released a fruity scented cloud of what looked like steam.

"Yeah, Ron. I mostly vape now. Cigarettes are only for after sex. Luckily, I remembered and bought a pack on the way home last night," she giggled.

I felt relieved. I mean I had been pretty sure we were going to fuck. But I'd noticed that it looked Like Linda was more dressed for business, rather than what I hoped she had in mind. What I definitely had in mind.

She was wearing a professional looking blue pinstriped pants suit, thin dark blue stripes over a brighter blue base. Designer no doubt. It looked expensive. The short jacket had wide lapels, and the pants flowed out at the knee, down to the floor where I could make out a pair of matching dark blue leather platform soled shoes with very high stiletto heels.

The jacket was partially buttoned up, but I could make-out a semi- transparent low-cut blouse, beneath which Linda was showing a nice amount of flesh.

Linda was heavily accessorized. Her make-up was night-out good, especially her deep red lips, and she was wearing VERY expensive looking gold earrings and a thick clustered pearl necklace.

I actually did wonder if Linda was going out somewhere. Shit, I thought! Maybe WE were going out for lunch! Had I misread the situation?

When Linda had stopped giggling at her own joke, she sat down next to me.

"Ron, put your laptop over on the table there."

I stood up and put my laptop down, then sat back down next to Linda.

"OK, Ron. Before we go to bed, and I assume you have no objections to that? Let's talk some. OK?"

"Sure, Linda. I find you a good person to talk to."

I wondered if I meant what I'd just said. But I actually did want to talk.

"Yes. I remember we talked about a lot of personal things the first night we got together, Ron. You had? Still have? Well, you had a very sexy lifestyle if I remember correctly. An open marriage, I believe. Which I'm cool with, obviously. But I do wonder, why now? I mean you haven't been in touch for a long time. I think you found me a good listener about some of the doubts you had surrounding your marriage. If I was to guess, things are not going so good between you and your wife. I forget her name, what was it again?"

"Louise," I replied.

"Yes, 'Louise'. So, Ron. Tell me all your troubles. Then we'll try and fuck some of them away."

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised with Linda's initial reaction. I mean, we'd fucked a couple of times. Then I didn't contact Linda for months. And with the work angle it would have been easy to. Then out of the blue I ask to see her. Having made it pretty obvious this was not strictly a business meeting.

"Well, Linda. Yes. You got me. And now you ask, I think my marriage is completely going to shit. And I thought I could talk to you about it. We spoke about it before, that first night we spent together. I appreciated that at the time. And I guess subconsciously I realize you are a person I can talk to. About this. There's probably no-one else, actually."

I was laying it on thick. I thought this was the kind of thing Linda would want to hear. But there was actually a ring of truth to my words.

OK, there was Cara. I found I could talk to her. But Cara to me was too much a 'tough love' kind of woman. I somehow felt Linda had a more sympathetic ear. And Cara had made it clear to keep her out of things anyway.

"I guess I'm kind of like a 'Therapist with benefits'!" Linda laughed.

"Well, I.."

"It's OK, Ron. Honestly, it's OK. But if I help you work some things out, I'll expect something in return. OK?"

"Of course, Linda, that goes without saying."

Linda moved in closely to me and gave me a tender kiss. Her mouth lingered close to mine, I took the silent invitation to kiss her back more firmly, and soon we were French-kissing passionately, the light taste of strawberries evident on Linda's tongue.

It was Linda who broke off.

"Ron let's go to bed now. We can talk in the bedroom. Come on."

We headed to Linda's bedroom.

I remembered the room well. I'd spent the night here, what, fuck, months ago. Was it over a year ago? I couldn't place it in time. So much had happened in the last 18 months or so.

As Linda put her vape thing down on the dresser on the wall on the right of the room, I noticed a clean ashtray and an unopened packet of Marlboros.

Linda paused and gave me a meaningful kind of look.

"Ron. Can I ask you something? I mean, would you do something for me please?"

Uh-oh I thought. What now?

"To start with, can you undress, and lie on the bed?"

"Sure," I replied, wondering if the entree to the main course was going to be me playing with myself again.

"I'm going to sit here, at first," Linda said pulling a plush upholstered chair away from the dresser and putting it a couple of feet from the end of the bed.

I removed my jacket and put it on top of an expensive looking travel trunk type thing that I guess Linda used as storage. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and quickly took everything else off. I noticed that some life had forced its way into my dick, but I was far from being fully hard.

I felt Linda staring at my ass as I put the last of my clothes down. I turned around. Linda smiled at me.

"Ron, you probably get told this a lot, but you have a nice ass. On the bed, Ron. Please."

I clambered onto the bed. I pushed myself up to the top half, plumped up some pillows and leaned back, so I was half lying / half sitting.

Linda took another deep draw on her vape, then stood up. She was still fully clothed.

"OK, Ron. Let's have a chat. I hope you don't mind?"

I nodded a 'Yes'.

"OK, Ron. Let's start. I'd really like a slow build-up. For me, the anticipation is such a big part of the whole experience. Now, you said you wanted to talk. But if you're kind of upset, it can be that you won't open up fully. It's human nature. So, I think it would be best if we did it like this. I'd like to ask you some questions. You answer. And if I feel you've been open and honest with me, well, I'll remove a garment. You OK if we do it like that, Ron?"

I was more interested in fucking Linda right now if truth be told. She looked absolutely magnificent. And I was sure she had a few tricks up her sleeve. I don't think anyone could accuse her of being unimaginative when it came to sex.

OK, I told myself, I can play along. In fact, why not just tell Linda everything? How I was feeling. I was even having embryonic thoughts about making me and Linda a regular thing. But that might have been me thinking with my dick instead of my brain.

"That's OK, Linda," I replied.

"OK, Ron, let me give you one for free before we start for real."

Linda slowly unbuttoned her jacket.

When all the buttons were undone, she pulled the jacket open. I could now see Linda was bra-less. Linda's slightly darker skin-tone was shining through the delicate material of her white see-through blouse. I could easily make out Linda's pointed nipples. And there was also a lot of cleavage on show.

I noticed also that Linda's waist was covered by a high-waisted silver buckled blue leather belt taking up the space between the pants of Linda's pants suit and the bottom of her blouse.

Linda smiled at me. Then she sat down again.

"OK, Ron, ready?"

"Yes, ready," I replied.

"OK. Is there stuff you do in your so-called open relationship you don't tell Louise about? Like today?"

"Yes," I instantly replied.

"Ron, I need you to be more expansive than that."

"Ah, ok. Yes. I do things with other people I keep secret from Louise. And, here, today, with you, yes, I won't tell Louise about this."

"OK, Ron. That's slightly better. We're getting there. And what about the stuff you do together? You do actually do things together, right? You're like, ehm, swingers?"

"Yes," I replied, "We party with other couples. We've done threesomes. With males and females. We've been to sex parties. Some of them professionally organized, like where we had to pay an entry fee."

"Ah, interesting," Linda replied, before standing up.

Linda reached down and unbuttoned her see-through white blouse completely. Then she slowly pulled the blouse open. Her firm breasts and lightly colored delicate pointed nipples were exposed.

Linda looked at me. Then she put her hands on her hips and pushed her breasts forward.

"You like, Ron?"

"Yes," I answered.

Linda smiled and sat back down. She stretched over to the dresser, took a deep pull on her vape, then sat back in her chair.

"OK, Ron. That was an OK start. Next. When we got together that first time, you told me you and Louise had separated. Was that true?"

I gulped. I didn't want to be too honest. I desperately wanted to fuck Linda and did not want to look like a lying piece of shit. I remembered her eagerness when I'd pulled out all the stops to flatter her. And to make her feel like my special confidante. OK, half-lie, Ron, I told myself.

"Yes, we were. But we're back together."

"Ah, I thought so. And you're still active in the scene? You know, you still party with other people?"

"Yes."

"When did you last party, Ron? Together I mean?"

"New Year's Eve," I replied.

"Oh, nice. And what happened? If you don't mind me asking? I seem to lead quite a sheltered life, and here was me thinking I was a little, ehm, 'adventurous' when it came to sex."

"Well, if it's the actual sex you mean, let's see. I had a threesome on my own with a couple of, eh, trannies. You know, chicks with dicks. You know I'm bisexual, obviously, after that time with you, and me and Justin. After that encounter, I fucked Louise, my wife I mean, with another guy. We both had our dicks inside her cunt at the same time. The other guy's girlfriend watched. Well, she filmed it on Louise's cellphone."

"Fuck, Ron! You guys are WILD! Was that it?"

"No, Linda, actually there's more. I kissed a guy, we didn't have sex, it wasn't possible. Louise didn't know about that. And then I fucked a woman in the ladies' bathroom. Louise didn't know about that either."

"Louise was busy? Otherwise engaged?"

I thought about it. Fuck. Maybe she'd squeezed in a quick fuck with David. She might have. Fuck!

"Well, Linda, I have to confess, I thought she was sleeping. But, who the fuck knows?"

"OK, Ron, one little extra before I undo my belt. Let's backtrack some. When you had your temporary split, you and Louise. Whose choice was it to get back together? Who asked who?"

"It was a mutual decision," I answered. I mean there had been no 'split' in actuality, but I thought this was the best answer.

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Was there one of you keener than the other? One of you wanted it more?"

We were now deep in the realms of hypothesis. I decided I'd answer as if it had actually happened for real.

"It was me," I admitted. If it had happened, and Louise and me got back together, I was pretty sure it would be me who would be the instigator.

"Good, Ron. I like it when you feel like you can tell me everything. OK, now for my belt."

Linda reached down and slowly unbuckled the thick leather belt around her waist. She then let it drop to the floor and sat down again.

I noticed my dick was showing more signs of life. I was well into 'semi' territory. Was it Linda, or was it talking about Louise?

"Right, next question. Why is it you feel that your marriage is breaking down? I mean you have an open marriage. And you cheat on your wife, and seem to be enjoying a very, ahem, flexible arrangement where you fuck who you want, when you want. So, what's the big problem?"

I paused.

"Be honest, Ron. Let me up the stakes a little. If I don't get what I feel are totally honest replies, well, we won't be having our little afternoon frolic. It'll be just me and my vibrator. I'm already quite turned on."

"Ah, eh, OK. Shit, Linda. Louise is fucking other guys outside of our arrangement, and I, well, I.. ehm, it's not something I can deal with easily."

"So, Ron. Let me get this straight. Your arrangement, the 'openness', you're meant to tell each other everything you do. But you don't tell Louise everything, and now she has her own secrets, and that pisses you off?"

"Yes," I replied, "I guess you can put it like that."

"Oh! That seems just a little bit hypocritical. However, I appreciate your openness, Ron. Nobody's perfect. Next," Linda paused and inhaled from her vape device then blew a cloud of fruity vapor upwards, "I have to ask this. I get that you don't like the subterfuge, Louise fucking other guys behind your back. But when you do actually play together, do you like watching other guys fuck your wife?"

I took a short breath, paused, tried to formulate a response.

"Ron, do you get off watching your wife enjoying other men's cocks? Simple question, yes, or no?"

Fuck. Was honesty the best policy?

"Yes," I replied.

"Oh!" Linda smiled, her eyebrows raised in slight surprise.

"Well, Linda it's not black and white. It excites me, but at the same time I can't always reconcile the sexual excitement of the moment with my deeper emotions. I guess the best way to put it is that I'm confused. I like it and I hate it at the same time."

"OK, Ron, one more before I take off my jacket. You're unhappy with Louise fucking other guys behind your back. Yet you seem to know what's going on. When you think about Louise and these other guys, what they do, do you get aroused?"

I glanced at my cock which was now fully hard.

"I.. Ehm. Probably, yes."

Linda smiled, then stood up and slipped off her jacket. She let it drop to the floor. Linda's blouse was still on, but now her entire torso was fully exposed. She cupped her hands around her breasts and squeezed, staring into my eyes as she did so.

She released her breasts, before taking another deep pull of fruity vape juice before sitting back down.

I felt I wanted to say more. I was really opening up. In many ways, I was finding this therapeutic. It was weird, but it seemed it was helping me, in a fucked-up sort of way.

"Linda. There's one guy, well, it ended up, fuck, should I say this?"

"Ron. Remember. Open. If you're not, well, you know what."

"Ah, OK. Well, I've seen a movie of Louise and another guy, a guy she's been having an affair with, them fucking."

"Wow!" Linda gasped. "Wooaah! That sounds, well, eh, .. Louise showed you? You watched it together?"

"No."

"No?""

"No."

"Oh, OK. So, how did you take that?"

"It upset me. A lot."

"But when you watched it, you were aroused?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Okkkaaayyyyy, let's change the subject slightly, Ron. Have you and Louise discussed the fact you both keep secrets from each other? And if not, why not? Shit, I guess if you did, they wouldn't be secrets. Ron, I didn't frame that well. You said you had an open relationship. If you were suddenly open with each other again, I mean totally honest with each other, wouldn't it help you reset your relationship? You could both move on. Make your marriage good again?"

"We haven't talked about it recently. In the past, we've kind of discussed the whole swinging thing. In general terms, what we both wanted out of it. If we should stop. But, like, I don't know, Linda. I'm not Catholic. But something like a confessional? Maybe I'm waiting for the opportunity to do that."

"And do you think it'll help, Ron? Or will it be the straw that breaks the camel's back?"

"I'm not really sure, Linda. I guess it could go either way."

"OK, Ron. That's probably right. I guess you know Louise a lot better than I do."

Linda stayed seated and slipped herself out of her delicate blouse. I watched attentively as she discarded her blouse on the floor. She turned back and continued staring at me.

"Ron, did you plan on coming here today because you really wanted to talk with me? And fuck. Or are you here just to fuck me and try and even up the score with Louise?"

Bang! The 64 thousand dollar question. I had to respond fast.

"I wanted to talk to you. The sex, well, yes, I hoped we'd.. You know."

The thing was, already I was feeling glad that we had talked. It was like I'd needed to get things off of my chest.

"Linda, I needed someone to speak with. About my situation. And I don't have anyone else. And of course, you're a very attractive woman. And great in bed. I'm here to talk, but of course the sex part, shit, I wanted, I mean I want to, to fuck you so bad."

"OK, Ron. Another good answer. Now for my shoes. Not much more left to go. Couple more questions, and hopefully we'll be enjoying each other in bed in a few minutes."

Linda leaned down and slipped off her dark-blue platformed heels. Shit, I wasn't a foot man, by any means, but Linda had a very nice shoe collection. I noticed from her now exposed feet that Linda was wearing blue pantyhose or possibly stockings under her flared pants.

"OK, Ron. Two to go. I think. On this one, indulge me. The last time we met, at least I think it was the last time we met, we had some fun with Justin. The three of us, I mean. At our little get-together, did you prefer the actual interaction with Justin, or with me? I mean the actual sex."

"Both of you," I immediately replied.

"Oh, Ron, that sounds like you're dodging the question. Let me ask again. Justin, or me?"

"You," I replied.

"But you like guys, we know that, Ron. So, me, yes? Definitely me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're such an imaginative and erotic woman. And I love anal," I replied honestly. "Probably the thing I like most about sex is putting my cock in a girl's ass. Not very imaginative, I know."

"Ooooh, Ron, naughty! But you liked, you know, Justin's cock too, right?"

"Yes, Linda, I did."

"And you would have fucked his ass, too, right?"

"Yes."

"Right. Let me unzip these."

Linda looked down at her midriff in concentration and unfastened the clasp in the waistband of her pants, before slowly dragging the zipper downwards. She stood up and wiggled the pants off of her hips letting them slip down to the floor. Then she carefully stepped out of them.

Shit. Linda was wearing high-waisted pantyhose, a darker blue stretch floral lace band covering her waist, and no panties. I could clearly make out Linda's neatly trimmed bush through the transparent blueish fabric.

"Last question, Ron. We're nearly there. If you give the right answer to this one, we'll soon by rutting like dirty animals on the bed. So. Are there any photos of Louise you can show me on the web? And I don't mean Facebook or shit like that."

"Yes," I replied.

I immediately thought of showing Linda our online swinger profile. I didn't even remember if Louise had updated the photos any time recently. We'd not done any web meets for a while.

"OK, Ron. Show me."

"I'll need my laptop," I replied.

"I'll get it," Linda said, leaning down and putting her shoes back on.

She was gone about thirty seconds before she returned, holding my laptop.

Linda jumped onto the bed beside me. She still had her pantyhose on. And I noticed she'd kept her shoes on. She handed me my laptop.

"OK, log on, Ron."

I logged on, and fired up a web browser, Chrome in this case.

"OK, Ron. Show me!"

"Ahh, eh, OK," I replied, "One minute."

I tried to remember the link to our swinger profile. I remembered.

I navigated to the swinger website we used. Luckily, I also remembered the password, it was one of Louise's usuals, and I logged in. I quickly found our profile. I loaded our 'Gallery' page.

Linda took the laptop from my hands.

"Shit, Ron! I always thought I had quite a bust. Fuck! These things are massive! I feel quite inadequate!"

Linda scrolled through the photos. There were a couple of body shots of me. She got to the end of the gallery.

"Hhhm, Ron. So, no face pics?"

"I'm afraid not, Linda. We try and keep it discreet."

"Do you have any pictures of Louise where I can see her face? They don't have to be kinky. I just want to see what your wife looks like."

"Ah, OK, eh, yeah."

I went to my own photo gallery, where my iPhone photos were stored. I loaded a page full of thumbnails. I found a picture of Louise from one of Bill's cookouts. One she looked really good in. I tilted the screen towards Linda.

"Fuck, Ron. She's a stunner! You are definitely 'punching'! Oh my!"

I looked at Linda in slight confusion.

"Ron, 'Punching'! You know? Punching above your weight! Fuck, forget anything long-term, Linda girl, you CANNOT compete with this mega-busty vixen! Wow!"

I didn't exactly know what to say.

"Ron, you said you'd watched a movie of Louise fucking. Can you show me? Please?"

"Linda, I'd rather not.."

"Ron, if you do, and I wasn't planning on letting you do this today, but I'll let you do that thing you love. I'll let you fuck me in the ass."

"Linda, I.."

"Ron.."

Fuck. OK, then. I gave in. Like I usually do. Like I always do.

I navigated to the special folder where I'd copied the files from the yuppie 'suite' in Pleasantville.

There were twenty-three files. I hadn't watched any on my laptop yet. In fact, the only one I'd seen was the one Julie showed me. Louise getting fucked on the bar.

"Linda, I haven't watched some of these. It may be that there's nothing to.."

"Ron, if you don't fucking double-click, you won't know, will you? Oh Ron, I am so wet. This is VERY exciting. And I can see you're in the mood."

Linda reached over and ran the tips of the fingers of her left hand down my burning rigid shaft. She left her hand on the inside of my thigh.

I picked a file at random. Double-clicked. A movie started. The main room. Empty. I think the system must have started recording when someone used the elevator.

I fast forwarded twenty seconds until a female figure entered the room. Then I let the security cam footage play.

The woman walked over to the bar, the 'bar bar', then turned to face the camera.

FUCK! It wasn't Louise! Jesus! I paused the movie.

"Ron, that's not Louise!" Linda remarked. No shit Sherlock!

"Fuck, maybe I need to open another file, shit. Linda.."

"No! Fast forward. Let's see what happens. She looks pretty hot!"

Linda was right. The woman facing the camera looked mid-twenties, black but light-skinned, and was very attractive. It wasn't Shawna, before you ask. The woman had long straight shiny black hair which she wore with a fringe and was wearing a long tan raincoat.

I pressed 'Play' again.

We watched as the woman on screen took her coat off, revealing a short black sleeveless dress with a high neckline. She was certainly an attractive girl, but with not much in the way of a bust.

I fast-forwarded some more.

I hit 'Play' when another woman walked in, three minutes 50 seconds later. This time, it WAS Louise.

Louise walked over to the black girl, and they kissed. A slow kiss. Then the other woman went back round the bar, opened the cooler cabinet, and poured three glasses of white wine.

I fast forwarded about a minute and a half before another figure entered the shot. David. His white hair a giveaway. Louise and David kissed. David and the black girl kissed. Then the three of them sat down on the large couch to the left of the screen.

There was a few minutes of what looked like talking, Louise and the girl shared a cigarette, and they all had another glass of wine. I fast- forwarded through most of it. Then things started to get more interesting.

Linda softly wrapped her fingers round my cock.

The action started with David, Louise, and the black girl kissing. Then they all got undressed.

David leaned back on the couch and spread his legs wide, allowing Louise and the other woman access to his stiff dick. An enthusiastic double-BJ ensued. Then the threesome stood up and walked off screen to the left. They were headed for the bedroom.

I fast-forwarded eleven minutes on the screen timer before Louise re- entered the range of the security cam in the main living area. She was naked. She lit a cigarette and sat down on the couch. Then, as she relaxed and smoked languidly, she opened her legs and started to tease her cunt with her fingers, soon working her fingers more frantically, until she started to shudder and shake as it appeared that she succumbed to a powerful self-induced orgasm.

At least that cunt David hadn't made her cum, I thought.

Linda leaned over and paused the movie. She turned her head downwards and kissed the top of my left arm.

"Ron, let's fuck. I'm in the mood. I am going to give you a fantastic fuck. Let's do this!"

I put the laptop on the bedside table nearest the trunk my clothes were lying on, as Linda ran her face down to my waist, before pressing her head down into my groin.

"Fuck, Ron! Look how hard you are! You really do get off on watching your wife getting fucked!"

I could have argued that we hadn't actually seen Louise getting fucked on cam, but I didn't, as a brief gasp escaped my lips when Linda started sucking on my cock.

I closed my eyes.

Linda worked my cock with her lips and tongue tenderly. It was like she knew this was just the buildup phase to something more intense. After finally slowly running her tongue over my tight crinkly ball sack, Linda pulled herself back up towards the top of the bed.

"Ron, your turn. Go down on me. I am so fucking turned on."

Linda lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I moved down and got ready to return the favor.

"How?" I asked.

It might sound like a pretty fucking stupid question, but it wasn't actually. Linda was still wearing her blue pantyhose and shoes.

"Lick my pussy through my tights!"

OK, I thought.

I got in position and moved my face close into Linda's by now very aromatic cunt. The smell was powerful, and totally arousing.

I pushed down and extended my tongue, first pressing it hard against Linda's clitoris. Linda tensed as I pushed even harder.

I started a series of firm jabs with my tongue onto Linda's clit, then got caught up in the moment totally and switched to a series of powerful upward licks from the bottom of Linda's cunt lips, lingering on her clit at the end of each stroke, before I repeated the move.

Linda started to moan and ran her fingers through my hair.

The sensation of the abrasive nylon fabric on my tongue was unusual, but with Linda's cunt juices now flowing more freely the fabric soon became less scratchy and more slippery, and this was not at all a bad experience for me.

After a while, I tried to force my tongue through the supple fabric trying hard to penetrate Linda's cunt fully, but I couldn't manage it.

I don't know if Linda sensed what I was trying to do, she probably did, as she pressed my head up slightly and I paused my oral love-making in response.

Without speaking, Linda dug her nails into the wet fabric, and accompanied by a long tearing sound, she ripped the material apart to fully expose her magnificent cunt.

I immediately jerked my head downwards and pushed my tongue as far as I could into Linda's warm wet cunt. Christ, she was soaking. I swallowed Linda's delicious juices as I licked, but before I could really get going, Linda's voice from up top told me to 'Stop'.

'Ron, it's time. Fuck me. Climb on top and do your worst! Damn, I need to cum!"

I reacted by practically jumping on top of Linda. I leaned forward and pushed my mouth onto hers and we started to kiss. I felt Linda open her legs even wider before she wrapped them around my lower back. The feeling of the fabric of the pantyhose sliding over my naked skin turned my arousal up a notch. And without even trying, my aching dick was sucked into Linda's red-hot love tunnel.

"Oh, fuck!" we both panted in unison, like we were now coupled as a single erogenously conjoined entity. As I hesitated in preparation for our climactic finale, Linda firmly dug her nails into my ass. I took that as an obvious signal to make things more active, so I started pumping.

I commenced with my default firm but slow strokes, but Linda was already past that stage.

"Shit! Uh! Yes! Ooooooooooooooooh! Faster! Yeah, yeah, faster! Faster, Ron!"

I pushed my mouth back down onto Linda's but that only partially stopped her low-pitched wails!

I pumped. And pumped. Harder, faster, shit at one stage I nearly slipped out!

Linda then started to squeal.

I tried harder and harder to stifle the orgasmic cacophony of sound which seemed to be erupting from deep inside her body, pushing down on her tongue with mine. But then my own orgasm ambushed me, and I pulled my mouth away from Linda's and deeply growled as an initial LONG burst of cum shot into Linda's insides, followed by three less intense spurts as my cock twitched uncontrollably as Linda's cunt contracted and squeezed out every last drop of my essence.

When both our orgasms subsided, I gently leaned myself down on Linda in an exhausted state of satisfaction. After a few seconds, I felt Linda move slightly under me. I took as a signal she wanted to get up, so I rolled off of Linda.

"Ron, pass me my cigarettes and lighter, and that ashtray, please. I need a cigarette. God, do I need a cigarette!"

I did as Linda asked and watched as she removed her destroyed pantyhose.

"These cost 99.95, Ron. I hope you liked them?"

I sat down next to Linda on the bed as she lit a cigarette and took a deep satisfied inhale.

Linda wiped my dick clean with her pantyhose and then threw them across the room in the direction of the bathroom door.

"Ron. Couple of things. You are one of the best fucks I've ever had. The stuff we did before, including the freaky stuff with Justin. Well, that didn't even come close to today."

I thanked Linda for her compliment.

"And Ron, one last piece of advice. For today, I mean. The conversation we had tells me something. I think the problem you have with Louise is resentment. The actual sex, the physical, and I mean Louise enjoying herself with other men, it turns you on. Somewhere deep inside, you like it. You really like it. But the patriarchal constructs we've all had drilled into us for hundreds of years, those attitudes stay deep inside us too. It's probably in our fucking DNA. You know, the old ways, the wife kind of being the property of the husband. It's so deep in our psyches, some of us, well some of YOU, men, I mean, you can't let go of them. The funny thing is, our little therapist-themed sex game here, well, I actually think REAL therapy might help you. Or marriage counselling. You and Louise should consider it."

Linda moved her cigarette to the side and tapped some ash into the ashtray, before taking another deep inhale.

"Ron? Anything to say to that?"

"I'm not.. shit, I don't know, maybe you're right."

"Even if you don't go to a counselor. If you want to fix your marriage. That process has to start with you and Louise talking. Openly, with each other. Ron, make the time to do this. Soon. Before it's too late. OK, Ron, give me ten minutes to recover, and you can fuck my ass."

TO BE CONTINUED